Waiting for the Hearts Spaceship

Another poem about love…awww.

Waiting for the Hearts Spaceship

Crimson cups
Linger of wispiness
and sweet sentiments they long to engage
Staring into the skylight window
As the stars embrace them

 

Fiddled fingers
trace the
shadow of her heart
As they explore the stories
From Bukowski esq memories
To wonderings if there really are aliens
In this vast planetary excursion

 

Fly me
To that swelled up moon
That cries out
In you

 

Fly me to somewhere that your heart
Has never been
To that tiny space
Reserved for space dreams
and where only after the whisky sets in
Revelations come

 

Fly me
Take me
To places in deserts
That are dry
Waiting to be quenched

 

Take me there
To that place
Somewhere
Somewhere
Where you have only longed to have been

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Prophecy

Bubble in the sky  
Whispers Billowy
Hello’s And then vanishes
Leaving me wondering

Like a question unanswered
You are out there
My crème filled donut of love
You taunt me
I meet you
In bars
You are witty
You speak of Hemingway and heroism
And wine filled coffee houses that would be great to muse
In
Then you leave with your girlfriend
Who confessed to me she doesn’t love you
As I twist the cap on her beer open
And wish it was laced with some sort of truth poison

You
You are out there
I don’t expect you to ride up on a white horse
Perhaps just have a good conversation
Because Hello dear isn’t exactly enticing
Or drawing me in
In this algorithm, online dating world

You
You are out there
Somewhere In this jaded heart filled boxed of mine
I release the edges of hate
That have filled the corners of what was my yesteryears
Long I ago I would have been what was considered Old Maid fate
I know there is just a glimpse of golden
Amongst all this shaded grey

You
You are out there
Each year that goes by
You become more hazy
I have to wipe the windows
Inside me
To trust you are there

You
You are out there
You have changed from muscle man hero
To creative, inspiring, accepting, adventurous lover

You
You are out there
Able to handle this non laid back lady
Able to see beyond just ripping off clothes
And slapping my ass

You
You are out there
Sometimes your to long winded
But Still not jaded
Able to take my hand
And hold it
In the wind blown turmoil of what I have been

You
You are out there
Weathered words, that hold pages
Of information
You spill out onto my soul
And make me want to dive in

You
You are going to be a part of this story
We will tell it
Like the alchemist
Who sought to chase the wind
You
You are the ending
So Let the beginning
Begin

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Here Kitty Kitty – Poetry

Wrote this poem tonight and thought I would share it.  Please do not copy it or use it with contacting me for permission.  Thank you.

Here Kitty Kitty

Like a chocolate powder doughnut

Oozing

Sliding out the door

Like the heat filled chaotic bitch that she was

He ran like a knife that didn’t  want to stab her

Her

It was her heart that drew him in

Eyes like a saucer bowl full of kittens milk

And oh how he meowed for the taste of her bitter sweetness

She was not 100% homogenized

She was more of a cashew and almond milk

A mix

A breed

The cat he needed next to him

But, she was more of an alley cat

That only came when she smelled tuna being thrown out

Then she purred and rubbed and begged

Him trying to catch her

But she jumped on the fence of his life and tore it

Making the wood of his mind chipped

And out the door she went

 

 

 

 

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The Mirror Reveals the Soul Within – Poem by Mary Shanti

I wrote the poem below, I don’t give permission to use this poem without contacting me first.  Hope you enjoy it.

Mary Shanti.

The mirror reveals the soul within

It is hazy water filled

In a dessert miraged heart

It is barren

Where wence it was full throttled cherry blossomed, apple cheeked rosy

The mirror reveals the soul within

Scorched embers

Still can see through the branches to a small piece

Not yet scorned

Tenderly aching but still filled with a sense of wonder

A leaf not torn

A branch unbroken, its leaves fall hoping to dance in the suns warmth

The mirror reveals the soul within

Whose lines tell stories like trees that have grown

There bark is brittled beauty

Born from moments that were swept up like wisps of air

The mirror reveals the soul within

Still standing

Still solemn

Still here.

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Since We Said Hello

Seems like forever since we said Hello
I have been going through so much
I was afraid to let you in
Afraid to open up
In such a wide open space
Afraid no one would hear me
or Worse they would and wouldn’t care

I have got stronger in this time apart
Ready to say what’s in my heart
Ready to spread the wings and fly
Hoping your near
Waving Hi

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Questions, Answers and the In Between

Why do I present answers when the question hasn’t even been finished being asked?

Why do we presume to know what he said, she said

When we never heard it from them

Outside there is rain falling

Inside I am surrendering

Or at least trying to do my best

To believe that your thoughts

Are forming into your heart

To remember the love

The patience

The peace exuded in our holding of hands

I breath, the doubt out

Only hoping that I will breath in your yes

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Dare

So many messages we are given, but do we listen to the most important one…that small little voice within our head. These are my thoughts about it put in poetry form.

Dare

Girl goes to a dance alone,
She is thought of as a loser,
Women sings lyrics about her anger
Of a cheating lover,
She is labeled a bitch.
Woman over 40,
Posts an ad ,
For true love only,
Told no man will want her,
Her eggs are all dried up.
Tales told,
are old,
Time to let them go.
Woman,
Hear the words of those,
Who have been there.
It is okay to yell,
It is okay to dare,
to love,
Yourself,
To love another,
Dream of a being a mother.
Stand on a dance floor,
Shake your groove,
Make a move,
To Dare to be bold.
This story is yours,
Make it the one,
You want to be told.
Let go ,
Of the book,
That they have given,
The media,
The Voices,
The Ones who make the choices,
To bring you down,
To the level they live in.
It is your time to believe in,
Stories they never told.

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Sunset Blvd

I wrote this some time ago, but after talking with someone yesterday about the homelessness in Los Angeles, I thought it would be a good one to post. I hope somehow, some way this country can help the homeless people out there.

SUNSET BLVD

BMW pulls up to the corner
Valet,
Helps him out of the car.

Homeless Women.
Timid,
Afraid to approach.

So many people,
In one small area.

She walks to the corner.
Where the man just stepped out of his BMW
“Can You spare some Change?”
He scoffs,
“Get a job”

She walks away,
Turns the corner,
Faints.

The Man enters the club,
Brushing her off,
Spends 60.00 on some drinks.

Midnight hour,
He thinks I am moving on.
This place is slow tonight,
Walks out the door.

Sirens blazing,
Paramedics.
Woman lying on the ground,
Groups of people gather,
He glances,
Then turns away,
His heart beating faster.

Pushing harder,
They try to revive her.
She was only 25,
Only needed one bite.

He hops in the car,
Tries to shrug it off.

Lies his head on his pillow,
Could he have saved her?
Now he will never know.

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Thorns

She sat at her desk.
Came in,
Did her job,
No one noticed that she didn’t say a word.
Left and went home.
Microwaved a meal,
Watched the latest reality show,
Cried herself to sleep.
Stains from the tears on her pillow.

Emptyness.
All around her,
Creeps in,
She is glad it hasn’t hit her slumber,
Not yet.
Wakes up.
Ache in her chest,
No not a heartatache,
Lies in her bed asking it to leave.
The silence,
The wanting,
The realizing she is alone again.

Drives herself to work,
Does it all over again.
Comes home,
Hears the words of the song:
Do I have to go to sleep with Roses in my Hand?
Misses him,
He was gone even when he wasn’t
Wishes she had more friends
She could lean on.
He was one once,
Wonders where he was.
Remembers,
His words,
About her having thorns,
Her prickly heart,
Lies her head on the pillow,
Petals of her heart were once soft and warm,
Slowly they are falling from her.
The ones that are left,
Are barely holding on,
Gathers them all and holds them in her arms,
Weeping herself to sleep
Slowly drifting off..
Dreaming of her thorns being gone

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